- WP-Matisyahu
- Aenima-Tool
- Boy Named Sue-Johnny Cash
- Down-311
- Hey Jealousy-Gin Blossoms
- Delorian-Team Sleep
- ATWA-System of a Down
- Claustrophobia-Serart
- 19-2000-Gorillaz
- Bleed American-Jimmy Eat World
Friday, July 14, 2006
Friday Random Ten-7/13/06
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Parenting 101
Reason #13,294 Why People Should Have To Apply To Be Parents
In case you can't see it, check the back seat.
I'm not as upset at the fact Europe thinks we're assholes anymore. Seriously what the fuck is the thought process behind that?
"Don't worry son, mommy lost her keys in there and I gotta fish em out."
This is also Reason #11,649 Why I should be allowed to walk around with a loaded shotgun at all times.
Keepin It Real (Fucking Disgusted) Since 1980,
Tom
Edit:The best reason I should be allowed to walk around with a shotgun at all times is easily Reason #3. Cuz I would look really fucking cool.
In case you can't see it, check the back seat.
I'm not as upset at the fact Europe thinks we're assholes anymore. Seriously what the fuck is the thought process behind that?
"Don't worry son, mommy lost her keys in there and I gotta fish em out."
This is also Reason #11,649 Why I should be allowed to walk around with a loaded shotgun at all times.
Keepin It Real (Fucking Disgusted) Since 1980,
Tom
Edit:The best reason I should be allowed to walk around with a shotgun at all times is easily Reason #3. Cuz I would look really fucking cool.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Saturday Was a Long Day
It started at 6:30AM.
Waking up from my 3.5 hour slumber, I'd barely wiped the crust out of my eyes before Billy was calling me to let me know he was downstairs waiting. We were going paintballing to start off Tony's (Billy's brother) Bachelor Party festivities.
After the group met up at Dave, Tim, and Billy Marco's apartment (Over Brixie's) we were off to Realms of Ruin to shoot at each other. It was an hour drive, and I was cramped into the back seat of Billy's Nissan. Finally after driving through all these country backroads, and through some corn fields we were finally at our destination.
So we started playing at about 9AM. It was my first time ever going paint balling. I was supposed to have gone once a long time ago, but there were circumstances that caused me to miss it. (Those circumstances being me drinking an entire fifth of Jagermeister in just over a minute the night before at Mike Patterson's going away party. When I was awoken on Patterson's front room couch at 6:30AM that morning after being mistaken for dead, it was decided that I should probably just be dropped off at home instead of going on the trip.) So I was pretty excited.
Then I got shot in the neck.
Now luckily for me the shot just grazed my neck, and the paintball never exploded. Of course it hurts a lot worse to get hit by a paint ball that doesn't explode, than one that does. Some science mumbo-jumbo about force being displaced. Anyway I don't want to possibly make any of you smarter, so I won't get into it. You're here for stupid stories, not to learn anything.
I found out that I may just be Paintball proof. Very rarely did the paintball explode upon contact with my supple body. My first theory was that the guns just weren't strong enough, but they all seemed to explode just fine on everybody else.
This was great for me in that I could get shot a few times, and not have to go out since there was no evidence. As long as I didn't yell out in pain, nobody would know. The downside of course still being that it hurts like a bitch when they don't explode.
The worst shot I took was on my elbow. I wasn't smart enough to wear a long sleeve shirt, and therefore my forearms were left exposed. So the combination of a paint ball hitting me right on the elbow, and bare skin hurt like all absolute hell. My right arm felt like a tuning fork for about a minute. It was the only time I got shot and yelled out in pain. (Something I noticed everybody else did constantly. Pussies.)
There was one game we played in which I have no idea how Tim and I survived. Before the game as we were planning our "strategy" Tim and I noticed a bunker up on a little hill by the creek. We both decided that's where we would head, while the other members of our team went to the other side. Hopefully the other team would be stupid enough to go up the middle.
Well after trudging along ankle deep in the muddy banks along the creek (I felt like the creek was trying to eat me) we then crawled on our bellies to our bunker. When we got there we weren't too happy. From our original vantage point it looked larger, but upon closer inspection it was pretty tiny and didn't provide that much cover at all.
To make things worse my mask and glasses had fogged up from the humidity so bad that I couldn't see shit. Tim was 2 feet away from me, and I could barely make out his silhouette.
Of course the other team basically came upon the two of us, and only us, ignoring the rest of our team firing blindly across the field at them. (Nobody ever came to help us!!) So Tim decided that since I was blind, I should stay put while he went back down the hill towards the creek. While he was there and I was pinned to the ground by paint balls flying directly over head, I heard someone creeping through the bush getting closer. I let Tim know, and proceeded to lure them out. Every once in a while I would stick my head up and fire off a round in the general direction of the noise. My only purpose in this was to get them to come out, cuz Tim and I couldn't see them. (Hell, I couldn't see anything) After sticking my head up and quickly ducking 7 times, our prey finally emerged.
Billy Marco leapt out of the bushes with me in his sights, about 20 feet away. He had no idea what hit him when Timmy popped up from his left and unloaded into him. I shot him once in the chest, while Timmy shot him in the face, heart, and finally the throat.
"I was dead after the first one ya know!"
Then somehow, even though we were pinned in and under fire from 4 people, Tim and I survived the game and our team won.
The best game of all though was President. President is a game created just for bachelor parties by the park. In it the bachelor is the President. He has to pick any two people to be his bodyguards. The President then heads to one end of a very large field, body guards in tow. The mission is for the President to cross the field and capture the flag without being shot. Now everybody else are the ones trying to kill him.
There are a few catches though.
Waking up from my 3.5 hour slumber, I'd barely wiped the crust out of my eyes before Billy was calling me to let me know he was downstairs waiting. We were going paintballing to start off Tony's (Billy's brother) Bachelor Party festivities.
After the group met up at Dave, Tim, and Billy Marco's apartment (Over Brixie's) we were off to Realms of Ruin to shoot at each other. It was an hour drive, and I was cramped into the back seat of Billy's Nissan. Finally after driving through all these country backroads, and through some corn fields we were finally at our destination.
So we started playing at about 9AM. It was my first time ever going paint balling. I was supposed to have gone once a long time ago, but there were circumstances that caused me to miss it. (Those circumstances being me drinking an entire fifth of Jagermeister in just over a minute the night before at Mike Patterson's going away party. When I was awoken on Patterson's front room couch at 6:30AM that morning after being mistaken for dead, it was decided that I should probably just be dropped off at home instead of going on the trip.) So I was pretty excited.
Then I got shot in the neck.
Now luckily for me the shot just grazed my neck, and the paintball never exploded. Of course it hurts a lot worse to get hit by a paint ball that doesn't explode, than one that does. Some science mumbo-jumbo about force being displaced. Anyway I don't want to possibly make any of you smarter, so I won't get into it. You're here for stupid stories, not to learn anything.
I found out that I may just be Paintball proof. Very rarely did the paintball explode upon contact with my supple body. My first theory was that the guns just weren't strong enough, but they all seemed to explode just fine on everybody else.
This was great for me in that I could get shot a few times, and not have to go out since there was no evidence. As long as I didn't yell out in pain, nobody would know. The downside of course still being that it hurts like a bitch when they don't explode.
The worst shot I took was on my elbow. I wasn't smart enough to wear a long sleeve shirt, and therefore my forearms were left exposed. So the combination of a paint ball hitting me right on the elbow, and bare skin hurt like all absolute hell. My right arm felt like a tuning fork for about a minute. It was the only time I got shot and yelled out in pain. (Something I noticed everybody else did constantly. Pussies.)
There was one game we played in which I have no idea how Tim and I survived. Before the game as we were planning our "strategy" Tim and I noticed a bunker up on a little hill by the creek. We both decided that's where we would head, while the other members of our team went to the other side. Hopefully the other team would be stupid enough to go up the middle.
Well after trudging along ankle deep in the muddy banks along the creek (I felt like the creek was trying to eat me) we then crawled on our bellies to our bunker. When we got there we weren't too happy. From our original vantage point it looked larger, but upon closer inspection it was pretty tiny and didn't provide that much cover at all.
To make things worse my mask and glasses had fogged up from the humidity so bad that I couldn't see shit. Tim was 2 feet away from me, and I could barely make out his silhouette.
Of course the other team basically came upon the two of us, and only us, ignoring the rest of our team firing blindly across the field at them. (Nobody ever came to help us!!) So Tim decided that since I was blind, I should stay put while he went back down the hill towards the creek. While he was there and I was pinned to the ground by paint balls flying directly over head, I heard someone creeping through the bush getting closer. I let Tim know, and proceeded to lure them out. Every once in a while I would stick my head up and fire off a round in the general direction of the noise. My only purpose in this was to get them to come out, cuz Tim and I couldn't see them. (Hell, I couldn't see anything) After sticking my head up and quickly ducking 7 times, our prey finally emerged.
Billy Marco leapt out of the bushes with me in his sights, about 20 feet away. He had no idea what hit him when Timmy popped up from his left and unloaded into him. I shot him once in the chest, while Timmy shot him in the face, heart, and finally the throat.
"I was dead after the first one ya know!"
Then somehow, even though we were pinned in and under fire from 4 people, Tim and I survived the game and our team won.
The best game of all though was President. President is a game created just for bachelor parties by the park. In it the bachelor is the President. He has to pick any two people to be his bodyguards. The President then heads to one end of a very large field, body guards in tow. The mission is for the President to cross the field and capture the flag without being shot. Now everybody else are the ones trying to kill him.
There are a few catches though.
- The body guards can never stray more than 10 feet from the President.
- The body guards are immortal. No matter how many times they are shot, they must continue to protect the President.
- The President is not allowed to carry a gun.
Tony chose Billy and Tim to be his bodyguards. As for the rest of us, our strategy was clear.
"Don't kill Tony. Just shoot Bill and Tim as much as fucking possible. Use all your paint."
That is exactly what we did.
The best part was when Bill decided it was smart to just come walking down a hill, completely exposed and coverless. The first shot that hit him was about an inch or two to the right of his balls.
Bill took that as a sign to turn around and run like hell. As Billy ran he was completely lit up by all of us. He's not sure how many times he was hit, just that it hurt.
Personally, I ran out of ammo I shot Billy in the back so many times.
Finally after a few more minutes Tony reached the flag pole, and the game was over.
After that it was back to the car for the drive home, and to clean up before the evening's festivities.
The rest of the party was back at Brixie's while we also kept a keg upstairs. Things happened at the bachelor party that shall stay there. I do have some pictures and video I can share with you all that aren't too incriminating though.
Tony after the entertainment left
Yes that is the elastic to his boxers on his head.
Tony and I
Since he was the bachelor, it was decided Tony should have to play with Tim on his back.
Tony taking a shot
Tony savoring that shot
Tony feeling that shot
Finally, here is some video shot by Dave on my digital camera of Billy, Tony and I taking down some Irish Car Bombs.
Keepin It Real Since 1980,
Tom
Friday, July 07, 2006
Sugar Chronicles-The Complete Archive
This archive can be found at anytime through a link on the side of the page. Through it you can access every chapter written in the Sugar Chronicles.
Sugar Chronicles-Chapter Two
It’s not easy to be a single mother in America these days. Especially when you have no formal education, and no alimony checks coming from a dead father. This was the life that faced Olive Oyl.
As she sat in front of the dressing room mirror preparing for her next routine at Big Floppy’s Olive cried, as was her custom.
"Why Popeye? Why?"
Her former lover, Popeye, had died three years earlier from brain cancer. The cancer was believed to have been caused by Popeye’s years and years of steroid abuse.
That wasn’t spinach in those cans.
Left alone with their daughter, Sweet Pea, Olive quickly fell into the big hairy arms of Bluto. The relationship lasted for only 9 months as Olive Oyl tired of the physical abuse. It seemed Bluto missed fighting with Popeye, and decided to take it out on Olive. After running away one afternoon and filing a Restraining Order, Olive found herself at a crossroads.
She had no job, no education, and no prospects. Just a hungry baby who missed her daddy. Then one day while eating at a local Cartoon Soup Kitchen she met Big Floppy. Big Floppy was a large, human, man that liked to hang out at the soup kitchen looking for potential dancers for his club. Even though Cartoons weren’t easily accepted into human culture and society, there were many men with a fetish for finally getting to see the women they grew up watching naked. Jessica Rabbit worked at Floppy’s place for years, and to this day was the most popular dancer in the clubs history. She eventually left to start her own place, a strip club/brothel in Amsterdam she called Bunny Rears.
Big Floppy could see in Olive’s body language that she was desperate, and he swooped in like a hawk. After a few minutes of small talk he asked her how she felt about possibly working at his club.
"Strip?! Are you kidding me? No thanks Mr. Floppy, I’m not gonna let my baby have a stripper for a mother."
"Well what else are you going to do? You gonna eat in shitty little soup kitchens for the rest of your life? Is that how you want your baby to live?"
Olive shot Big an icy stare.
"All right Olive, listen. There’s good money in dancing. You wouldn’t believe how many men there are in this city who willingly hand over their paychecks just to see some titty shaken in their face. Don’t you want some of that money?"
"I’m not a cheap whore Mr. Floppy. I am a good mother and I will not resort to such awful means."
"So a good mother lets her child starve? Just come to the club one time, if you don’t like it, leave and I’ll never bother you again. I’m offering you an oppertunity to better your life. Nobody is saying you’ll have to strip for the rest of your life, but it would be a very good way to keep that little girl there fed, and keep a roof over her head until something did come along."
A week and a half later, on a Wednesday night, Olive Oyl walked into Big Floppy’s. On her first night alone she made $250. Surprisingly she found herself enjoying all the attention that the men gave her while she danced, and the money they stuffed down her g-string didn’t hurt either.
Olive Oyl was hooked.
Now here she was, a year later and the gloss had started to wear off of the stripper life. Crying in front of her mirror had become routine. She never imagined that she would still be here a year later, but she hadn’t been able to find a job outside of Big Floppy’s that could pay her as well. Sweet Pea was enrolled in an expensive private school cuz Olive wanted to make sure her child got the education she never had.
"Ok Olive. Time to fake it." she muttered to herself.
"Olive," yelled Big Floppy from around the corner, "C’mon sweetheart, smile and get ready to shake those titties. You’re on."
She slowly stood up and walked towards the stage. As she rounded the corner she could hear her music starting, and was blinded by the stage lights now shining onto her.
*************
Sitting in the back corner of Big Floppy’s, Toucan Sam and KAM drank from their beer bottles.
"Christ KAM. What a fucking day huh?"
KAM just nodded.
"I’m having a hard time figuring this one out. Looking at the stab wounds it seems as though a child, or a midget killed that women. How? There had to be more than one right?"
"Oh yeah."
"This is a big one kiddo. This could be the case that puts us on the map for good. We cannot fuck this one up."
"Oh yeah."
"You ever wish you could say something besides ‘Oh yeah’?"
"OH yeah."
Sam smiled. "Hey I’m gonna go talk to Floppy and see if he has any ‘Sugar’ for sale."
With that Sam got up from the table and walked over to Floppy behind the bar. KAM focused his attention on the skinny women dangling from the pole. She had long been one of KAM’s favorite dancers, but due to his shy nature and embarrassment over his limited vocabulary, KAM never approached her. He never even got a lap dance, or tipped her. Instead he just watched from a distance.
There were a few unfamiliar faces in the club tonight, and KAM sensed they were a little unsavory. They had been yelling some unflattering things at the dancers all night, but KAM just let it slide. After all, he didn’t work there, and he had enough on his mind already.
One of the men got up from his seat and walked to the stage where Olive was dancing, with his cheeseburger in hand.
"Hey honey!! I got something better than money for you. Why don’t you eat this cheeseburger? Get some meat on those bones!"
Olive just smiled and went on with her routine.
The man then grabbed Olive’s leg, "C’mon baby, take the burger. I mean I’ve fucked fingers fatter than you!!"
"Let go of me asshole!"
It was then that KAM instinctively leapt from his chair and made a beeline towards Olive’s assailant. Without warning KAM grabbed the man from the back of his neck and flung him clear across the club, a good 15 feet, into an empty table. KAM then went towards the guy and pounced on him.
Head butt after head butt after head butt until the man was unconscious. His friends had now gotten up to attack KAM.
Toucan Sam was in Floppy’s office snorting a few lines of his newly purchased "sugar" when he and Floppy heard the commotion outside.
"Oh now what the fuck is going on out there?!" asked Floppy.
"We better go find out."
When they reached the floor they saw KAM on top of the man pounding away.
"Get off him you overgrown punch bowl!!!" yelled Floppy.
"I got it Big." responded Sam.
Sam flew over just as the man’s posse was reaching KAM and pulled out his badge.
"I don’t think you fellas are gonna want to do that," said Sam dryly "I have a gun on my hip, and for some reason I’m feeling a bit jumpy. Don’t make me do something stupid."
The men backed down as Floppy’s bouncers picked up the unconscious man on the floor and escorted his friends out the door.
"Kool-Aid Man! Sam!! My office. NOW!" yelled Big Floppy."
The two officers walked into Floppy’s office as he slammed the door behind the three of them.
"You two motherfuckers better stop pulling this shit in my club. I’m tired of having to clean up after you assholes all the time. It seems like everytime you guys show up you cost me money. One more incident like this and you’re both banned from my establishment."
"Oh really?" asked Sam, "Well if that were to happen I may just have to let the Chief know about some of the things that go on here. The drug dealing, the prostitution, fuck, the health code violations alone would be enough to get you shut down."
"You’re not exactly innocen....."
Sam’s cell phone rang.
"Well Floppy, we’re gonna have to finish this conversation some other time. C’mon KAM. We got another body."
With that the two Cartoon cops headed out of Big Floppy’s, not sure just what they were about to find.
As she sat in front of the dressing room mirror preparing for her next routine at Big Floppy’s Olive cried, as was her custom.
"Why Popeye? Why?"
Her former lover, Popeye, had died three years earlier from brain cancer. The cancer was believed to have been caused by Popeye’s years and years of steroid abuse.
That wasn’t spinach in those cans.
Left alone with their daughter, Sweet Pea, Olive quickly fell into the big hairy arms of Bluto. The relationship lasted for only 9 months as Olive Oyl tired of the physical abuse. It seemed Bluto missed fighting with Popeye, and decided to take it out on Olive. After running away one afternoon and filing a Restraining Order, Olive found herself at a crossroads.
She had no job, no education, and no prospects. Just a hungry baby who missed her daddy. Then one day while eating at a local Cartoon Soup Kitchen she met Big Floppy. Big Floppy was a large, human, man that liked to hang out at the soup kitchen looking for potential dancers for his club. Even though Cartoons weren’t easily accepted into human culture and society, there were many men with a fetish for finally getting to see the women they grew up watching naked. Jessica Rabbit worked at Floppy’s place for years, and to this day was the most popular dancer in the clubs history. She eventually left to start her own place, a strip club/brothel in Amsterdam she called Bunny Rears.
Big Floppy could see in Olive’s body language that she was desperate, and he swooped in like a hawk. After a few minutes of small talk he asked her how she felt about possibly working at his club.
"Strip?! Are you kidding me? No thanks Mr. Floppy, I’m not gonna let my baby have a stripper for a mother."
"Well what else are you going to do? You gonna eat in shitty little soup kitchens for the rest of your life? Is that how you want your baby to live?"
Olive shot Big an icy stare.
"All right Olive, listen. There’s good money in dancing. You wouldn’t believe how many men there are in this city who willingly hand over their paychecks just to see some titty shaken in their face. Don’t you want some of that money?"
"I’m not a cheap whore Mr. Floppy. I am a good mother and I will not resort to such awful means."
"So a good mother lets her child starve? Just come to the club one time, if you don’t like it, leave and I’ll never bother you again. I’m offering you an oppertunity to better your life. Nobody is saying you’ll have to strip for the rest of your life, but it would be a very good way to keep that little girl there fed, and keep a roof over her head until something did come along."
A week and a half later, on a Wednesday night, Olive Oyl walked into Big Floppy’s. On her first night alone she made $250. Surprisingly she found herself enjoying all the attention that the men gave her while she danced, and the money they stuffed down her g-string didn’t hurt either.
Olive Oyl was hooked.
Now here she was, a year later and the gloss had started to wear off of the stripper life. Crying in front of her mirror had become routine. She never imagined that she would still be here a year later, but she hadn’t been able to find a job outside of Big Floppy’s that could pay her as well. Sweet Pea was enrolled in an expensive private school cuz Olive wanted to make sure her child got the education she never had.
"Ok Olive. Time to fake it." she muttered to herself.
"Olive," yelled Big Floppy from around the corner, "C’mon sweetheart, smile and get ready to shake those titties. You’re on."
She slowly stood up and walked towards the stage. As she rounded the corner she could hear her music starting, and was blinded by the stage lights now shining onto her.
*************
Sitting in the back corner of Big Floppy’s, Toucan Sam and KAM drank from their beer bottles.
"Christ KAM. What a fucking day huh?"
KAM just nodded.
"I’m having a hard time figuring this one out. Looking at the stab wounds it seems as though a child, or a midget killed that women. How? There had to be more than one right?"
"Oh yeah."
"This is a big one kiddo. This could be the case that puts us on the map for good. We cannot fuck this one up."
"Oh yeah."
"You ever wish you could say something besides ‘Oh yeah’?"
"OH yeah."
Sam smiled. "Hey I’m gonna go talk to Floppy and see if he has any ‘Sugar’ for sale."
With that Sam got up from the table and walked over to Floppy behind the bar. KAM focused his attention on the skinny women dangling from the pole. She had long been one of KAM’s favorite dancers, but due to his shy nature and embarrassment over his limited vocabulary, KAM never approached her. He never even got a lap dance, or tipped her. Instead he just watched from a distance.
There were a few unfamiliar faces in the club tonight, and KAM sensed they were a little unsavory. They had been yelling some unflattering things at the dancers all night, but KAM just let it slide. After all, he didn’t work there, and he had enough on his mind already.
One of the men got up from his seat and walked to the stage where Olive was dancing, with his cheeseburger in hand.
"Hey honey!! I got something better than money for you. Why don’t you eat this cheeseburger? Get some meat on those bones!"
Olive just smiled and went on with her routine.
The man then grabbed Olive’s leg, "C’mon baby, take the burger. I mean I’ve fucked fingers fatter than you!!"
"Let go of me asshole!"
It was then that KAM instinctively leapt from his chair and made a beeline towards Olive’s assailant. Without warning KAM grabbed the man from the back of his neck and flung him clear across the club, a good 15 feet, into an empty table. KAM then went towards the guy and pounced on him.
Head butt after head butt after head butt until the man was unconscious. His friends had now gotten up to attack KAM.
Toucan Sam was in Floppy’s office snorting a few lines of his newly purchased "sugar" when he and Floppy heard the commotion outside.
"Oh now what the fuck is going on out there?!" asked Floppy.
"We better go find out."
When they reached the floor they saw KAM on top of the man pounding away.
"Get off him you overgrown punch bowl!!!" yelled Floppy.
"I got it Big." responded Sam.
Sam flew over just as the man’s posse was reaching KAM and pulled out his badge.
"I don’t think you fellas are gonna want to do that," said Sam dryly "I have a gun on my hip, and for some reason I’m feeling a bit jumpy. Don’t make me do something stupid."
The men backed down as Floppy’s bouncers picked up the unconscious man on the floor and escorted his friends out the door.
"Kool-Aid Man! Sam!! My office. NOW!" yelled Big Floppy."
The two officers walked into Floppy’s office as he slammed the door behind the three of them.
"You two motherfuckers better stop pulling this shit in my club. I’m tired of having to clean up after you assholes all the time. It seems like everytime you guys show up you cost me money. One more incident like this and you’re both banned from my establishment."
"Oh really?" asked Sam, "Well if that were to happen I may just have to let the Chief know about some of the things that go on here. The drug dealing, the prostitution, fuck, the health code violations alone would be enough to get you shut down."
"You’re not exactly innocen....."
Sam’s cell phone rang.
"Well Floppy, we’re gonna have to finish this conversation some other time. C’mon KAM. We got another body."
With that the two Cartoon cops headed out of Big Floppy’s, not sure just what they were about to find.
10 Songs In a Random Order On a Friday
- When the Curious Girl Realizes She is Under Glass-Bright Eyes
- This Is Such A Pity-Weezer
- Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap-AC/DC
- Misunderstood-Wilco
- Witch-Cold
- Touch Me-The Doors
- When Worlds Collide-Powerman 5000
- Benkei-Boy Hits Car
- Pink Maggit-Deftones
- Up Around the Bend-Creedence Clearwater Revival
*************
As far as what's on tap for this weekend, I'm not entirely too sure what I'm doing tonight. The White Sox are playing the Red Sox, so you can pry bet that will be part of my plans.
Tomorrow I'm going paintballing with BillyB as part of his brother Tony's Bachelor Party festivities. Unfortunately we will not be playing against a team of strippers.
I'm ok with that though because I'm just excited to FINALLY be able to use something I learned during my days at Proviso West High School in the real world.
Shooting a gun at another human being.
Keepin It Real Since 1980,
Tom
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